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Woke up mornin', (yeah)
You got a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this behind enemy lines so

I got mine, I hope you (got a gun)
You from the I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got a gun)
And when I see you take what I want
So, you to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm the best lyricist
Many years on professional level
Why would you who's better? The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like
To take it back to Africa, I did it with
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames huddle, your team's shook
feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't for no quarterback
Every is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black that came to haul y'all ass in
for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you a war, get it bloody, uh

Yo, I'm the N the A to the
And If I wasn't, I must've Escobar
You know the kid got his chipped tooth
Hair parted with a preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a player
So who are you Y'all awaited the true savior
that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, I do this through righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, of sambos
Call me "God's Son", my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar this Nas flow
Flip the back, now it's all reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection, yo

It's, the, return of the Prince, the
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's
Sip Cris', get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift, look up in that Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The
don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister,
leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it wit' ya, uh

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